Morrow Poems - Poems about Morrow

Oh! What a globe of sorrows Where troubles and problems morrow And breath only but borrowed Says he who sorrows. I am alive, says him with tea Yet sufferings and toiling graced thee with D Death with silence he returns to thee And Back to thee he wishes for pea. Life itself prepared D for Thee. With deceitfulness she lured D And false hopes she...

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When the time comes, everyone first counts the time has passed we repent as say not to do that, as do something better, and be with them today, place we see here and now, but cannot go? What is coming from morrow?...

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To those that can stand the dark silent night Is a forever tease of shining bright...

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Being blessed in mine praise and worship As well Be I blessed in my slumber I be Thus so shall you to be risen on the morrow Revived, renewed and refreshed and set free Amen, amen Hallelujah Abba Father Holy, Holy is He Meek and humble full of grace and mercy always 4/4/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©...

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Thus, upon the morrow with a subtle tinge of sorrow as I shivering, remember dip my toes into November for her snowflakes, now aloof, will soon land upon my roof. And yet, I’ll take the plunge soak her up like childhood sponge for there’s something in the wind makes me long for her again to caress her long and slow to see my angel in the...

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I don't believe in lust without love. Let me stay thirsty on our love's behalf. Those who truly love each other, always make love in their mind. No other lust is more sacred than this, and I can't resist myself, can't confine. Want to be captured by your arms so wide hold me now by your thoughts so tight. We will cross this...

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I was passing by the side of my window and saw a decaying Moon. I waved at her and said, don't worry, you'll be completed soon. Nothing is permanent, not even sorrow! Removing all the darkness there will be really a good morrow....

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Oysters jump at an opportunity to die To be eaten before the tide comes rising Directly from the sea before the shell Before the dawn begins to smell of day In the raw, in the sand, in good company Is best when frolicking by the happy sea The pretty girl comes dancing in In curls...

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Calamities come, nudge humans to pull Apart from past, to forge their world anew, A golden move of an olden life school-- A gateway from old world to skies all blue; If geography wills history to repeat That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years, If mankind makes her mind new world to greet, No greener fronds might flash to wipe...

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Though The stars fade the moon yellows, and sun begins to follow, loosing all the brilliant power the one that makes small things cast big shadows. When there's nothing left but a dark world full of sorrow's sorrows. You are the light at the end of my tunnel and my flame for you will only burn brighter by the morrow...

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Enverated by the history; man's Credulity, his weakness; Give upon yesterdays, cause It will hurt, day's risibleness... Time is a fulsome mate, let go Of her mawkish cast; Hope is all but that is reigning, Peaking the sinking mast... Lives as ransom we ought To pay, for the life meek Fallen before the past as prey Redemption do we seek... To lean upon the...

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The wind blew and lighting bugs flew In on a warm summer night undue. A man mutely sitting on the edge Of a rocky ledge Mulls over of days gone by Like a river gone dry Knitting the feelings of the unkind Past in his mind Giving into sullen sorrow. Maybe it'll change tomorrow. Nevermore will time be leaden...

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no thought of morrow embrace hope- seek the dawn of day MagiCicada13 Words To Live By Poetry Contest July 8, 2019 Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy...

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In truth we have but played a game To which is given no real name We drunken participants grow more sane Last night our passions were as dire As hell's unholy fork-tongued fire This morning we are lame For truth lies beyond the meat Beyond our flesh, our blood and bone To something that's more...

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